I pour tomatoes and chop sweet onion. Then snip parsley frills and crush the basil, sprinkle salt, add spoonful of sugar. Stir.
I race against the clock. Hurry. A tasty sauce takes time to simmer.
But hungry stomachs will arrive at six.
I rattle glasses, bang stainless, wash and wipe.
Outside a silver needle threads its way across the sky, straight and slow.
Autumn swirls its colors in the breeze. Time crunches underfoot.
A hawk soars in circles high over khaki corn. It’s in no hurry.
A cardinal perches on the clothesline T.
A one-eyed black cat glances my way, then saunters toward the edge.
I lay down my sponge and pick up my camera.
I must squeeze the juice of this one moment while I still can see.
There is no hurry.
Nancy Smith says
I love the cat! Visiting from FMF, love that you chose to stop and get the pictures while you could. I made sauce last night as well and raced the clock, still didn’t sit down to eat until after 7, I guess that’s early by some folks reckoning! Oh, to be on nature’s time! Nancy
Nancy Smith says
OH my goodness I have to leave another comment! I just read your about page. I married in 1972, I have three kiddos and 7 grands, I too am a nurse, and keep my license up to date- “just in case”. And, for me writing has always been “it”.N
Enjoyed this post.
Squeeze the juice of this one moment while I can still see it…there is much truth in this statement. I love this post, Sandy.
And taste it… 😉
Thank you, Mary.
Stopping long enough to capture each moment. So beautiful. Have a great weekend.
Hi, Barbie! Happy weekend to you, too.
Diana Trautwein says
Sigh. Lovely. Thank you.
kd sullivan says
These are the things we learn only when we learn to be okay with who we are, and where in our life timeline we happen to be.